Paw Patrol Danny X Novels & Stories

Big mike asked when he saw him limp into the shop. " I am fine, " Danny grumbled under his voice. He was just sore around his ankle, no big deal. " Does that mean that you are up for another pizza run? " Big mike asked arching his bushy run. He didn't even give Danny a chance to answer he dropped the package in front of him, rattling the address as he walked away. Danny sighed and picked up the pizza just as the watch on his wrist beeped. Damn it. Two fights in one day. He paused to bring out his phone. A dark frown of annoyance settled on his face when he saw the shattered screen on his phone.

My two younger brothers, Nathan and Noah, were on the fields, training with David, Nadia and Gamma Danny. Danny is our older cousin. His parents were murdered in their pack six hours away, when he was only three years old. His mother was mom’s older sister. She took him in as she didn’t trust his father side of the family. Danny is mated to Camilla, and they share a daughter who was born a year before A’Lena. “Ena… mooshy.. mooshy” I tickle her tummy. She has the cutest laugh. “Who’s the cutest little baby?” I asked in my little baby voice.

“I don’t know about long-term, but at least for now, yes. We will see how it goes. I’ve already talked to my boss and I can work from the pack 3-4 days a week.” Danny took my face in my hands and kissed me senseless. “Goddess, I love you,” he said when we broke for air. My heart suddenly leapt for joy, the earlier red flags forgotten. Danny loved me. Danny Nichols, Beta of the Blue River Mountain Pack, loved me. ME. The next thing I knew, Danny grabbed my hand and started pulling me outside, towards the wooded area I had told him about before. “Let’s go for that run so that we can get back. I already told my parents that I am bringing back a surprise for them today, so they are going t

DON VITO SOME YEARS AGO, “Bring her in.” “I hope you did a neat job. No one saw you?” “Not at all,” Danny answered. Danny is one of my secret agents who does dirty jobs for me. Smuggling, Kidnapping, Murdering. He was good, sharp, and fast. He was the right person to do this job. I know how much Antonio loves and protects his sister. I already had him disoriented after I made one of my men at his place steal the suitcase.

"Thank you, Elder Chapman. Ted will be happy to hear that." "Remind Ted to absorb Chansey's Nine Forces Vital Energy quickly and advance as soon as possible to avoid any complications." "Got it!" "You can excuse yourself now. I need to seclude myself for a day." "Yes!" Danny felt excited and relieved. The thought of his son advancing to a higher level, potentially even surpassing the elder, filled him with joy. Clearly, they had not taken Wyatt's words seriously at all.

While he waited for the ride, he settled into one of the leather chairs in the waiting area, scrolling through his messages. The repair shop was busy this morning. Several cars were already up on lifts, mechanics working underneath them. The sound of power tools echoed through the garage, drilling, grinding, the hiss of spray paint. At that exact moment, on the other side of the garage, a worker slid out from underneath a lifted truck! His name was Danny. He was in his late twenties, covered in oil stains on his dark blue work jumpsuit. He'd been replacing an oil filter on a Range Rover for the past forty minutes.

I think it was only Raven who could take his brute strength. And, that was saying something considering Danny had gotten stronger in the last couple of years. At his tender age of 24, Danny was already very big, his tanned physique was very muscular. His blonde hair, that used to flop into his eyes, was now brushed back. He wore a white collared shirt and I could see his muscles bulging through it. Danny worked as a personal trainer and the job matched his passions completely.

It seems the kid had learned some caution, at least. “Boss?” Danny’s voice was young, and uncertain. “You wanted to see me?” I turned slowly, letting him sweat for a moment. He was twenty, maybe twenty-one. Scrawny. And very nervous. This was the kid who’d let Rylan escape a week ago. “Come here,” I said. Danny approached like he was walking to the gallows. His hands were shaking. I let the silence stretch, watching him squirm. Then I smiled. “Good work.”

I stood at the entrance of the Silver Claw Pack hospital, the cold wind cutting through me. A black pickup truck slowly pulled up in front of me, the bed filled with freshly picked herbs, the scent of morning dew still clinging to them. The door opened gently, and instead of the driver, it was Danny himself. He stepped out of the truck, walking slowly with a silver cane in hand, his steps steady and strong, the cane tapping rhythmically against the ground. He didn’t ask me to get into the car, but instead, he walked towards me.

I know I agreed to do this once a week, but there's no way I'd willingly subject myself to this torture. Trixie begins applying the warm wax, and its scent permeates the room. I brace myself, anticipating the inevitable. Danny observes with an unyielding gaze. In an instant, the strip is yanked off, and I release a piercing scream. "Motherfucker!" I shout. She quickly pats the area to dull the pain. Danny stifles a laugh, masking it with a fake cough. I shoot him a glare. "I'm glad you find this amusing." Taking a bite of the apple in his hand, he responds bluntly, "I sure do. You deserve to suffer."